"But her mummy is yelling 'no' and her daddy has told her to go."

Today is the 12th anniversary of my dad's death. All things considered, I'm doing better than expected. My stomach felt upside down all day, but it's mostly adrenaline because of the stress, so I can handle it. I went to the post-office, as I had to pay the bill for the lights back at the cemetery (you know, the little electric lights on the graves), and I thought it was the perfect occasion to do it, since I was, you know, already down in the dumps. The woman there was incredibly sweet with me, and that made me feel a lot better.

Other than that, I listened to David Bowie's Life on Mars more than usual, and played a bit of Little Big Planet. The weird thing was, my aunt called, but she never mentioned the anniversary. She obviously didn't forget it, but she always asks me how I'm doing on such occasions, so that only means she's so busy at work she forgot today is the tenth. That worries me a lot. I hope she's getting enough sleep at least. I can't wait for July to come, when she'll finally be on holiday.

"But her mummy is yelling 'no' and her daddy has told her to go."

Today is the 12th anniversary of my dad's death. All things considered, I'm doing better than expected. My stomach felt upside down all day, but it's mostly adrenaline because of the stress, so I can handle it. I went to the post-office, as I had to pay the bill for the lights back at the cemetery (you know, the little electric lights on the graves), and I thought it was the perfect occasion to do it, since I was, you know, already down in the dumps. The woman there was incredibly sweet with me, and that made me feel a lot better.

Other than that, I listened to David Bowie's Life on Mars more than usual, and played a bit of Little Big Planet. The weird thing was, my aunt called, but she never mentioned the anniversary. She obviously didn't forget it, but she always asks me how I'm doing on such occasions, so that only means she's so busy at work she forgot today is the tenth. That worries me a lot. I hope she's getting enough sleep at least. I can't wait for July to come, when she'll finally be on holiday.

"But her mummy is yelling 'no' and her daddy has told her to go."

Today is the 12th anniversary of my dad's death. All things considered, I'm doing better than expected. My stomach felt upside down all day, but it's mostly adrenaline because of the stress, so I can handle it. I went to the post-office, as I had to pay the bill for the lights back at the cemetery (you know, the little electric lights on the graves), and I thought it was the perfect occasion to do it, since I was, you know, already down in the dumps. The woman there was incredibly sweet with me, and that made me feel a lot better.

Other than that, I listened to David Bowie's Life on Mars more than usual, and played a bit of Little Big Planet. The weird thing was, my aunt called, but she never mentioned the anniversary. She obviously didn't forget it, but she always asks me how I'm doing on such occasions, so that only means she's so busy at work she forgot today is the tenth. That worries me a lot. I hope she's getting enough sleep at least. I can't wait for July to come, when she'll finally be on holiday.